For My Upstairs Neighbor (Mums the Word) (Instrumental)

I'd like some water please

This room is way too hot to be here sitting and explaining

There's no joy in repetition

Plus you all know what I know

And that's a heaping pile of doughnut holes

I didn't even know them

I am not your perfect witness

Your team of fat blue buddies waddling around

And trying to crack the case

Are better off locating someone else

I spent a day on my New York shit

Didn't even meet them once

And I am not upset I'm just another guy minding his business

But if I had to guess I'd say whatever happened

Probably had to happen anyway

If crime's a definition do your job and write it up

But find another motherfucker to harass

I'm getting tired of this redundancy rendition

Come on, you know the drill, these walls are thick

I got my own shit that I'm dealing with

I haven't seen or heard a thing

I never met 'em, that's the city

Good luck working it Columbo!

I'ma bounce, you got my info

But you'll never get my pity and I'm out

If you kill him I won't tell

If you kill him I won't tell

If you kill him I won't tell

If you kill him I won't tell

Earlier that day after my regular alarm

Of tongue-as-blade that resonated clear through thin-constructed walls

After my first smoke but before I cop the paper from bodega

Bumped into you in the stairwell in our shit-constructed hall

On my New York shit as the customary bop

Don't talk to anyone, look forward, mind yourself, continue walk

The halls are thin and so is skin

When baring witness to the sound you're generating everyday

Guess it reminded me of something

It must have taken every muscle in your body

To produce that little twitch you probably thought was passing muster

For a smile, but trust I recognize the gesture

I have seen it many times

I read the tells, I know the sacred art of bluffing

Maybe I shouldn't have